THREE POEMS BY JAY DESHPANDE

EVERYBODY’S GOT ONE

like you I wasn’t born yesterdaywith the clay in my mouth and the draftin the front rooms of the houseand humoring the brilliant being inside of me there’s plenty of reasons we arrive in the dark

DELIVERING

today I went to the cathedral its cities growing out of its walls I sawa strange conveyor a cart on a chain lowered through a hole in the ceiling me

I’ve got the lattice on the latticeon God winter sputters is this how a body waits for faith with a fista light punched through

WHAT’S WANTING

First you wanted something; then you wanted something else. The third thing you wanted waited for you just around a corner. You didn’t have that corner and so you wanted it. You wanted to want something and then you wanted nothing. Wanting nothing, you became the want. You wanted to want what you didn’t have, and you didn’t have anything. Anything you wanted would be put before you on a darker dish, but before that happened you had to want it to. Most people know to want something but the something slips away. The something is usually okay with this. Living with want is hard, it’s like wanting to live when you don’t. Want wants another to want you, wants another you in the hammock, in the bed, against the wall, on the table. Wanting will want for nothing, and wanting enough is never enough. When you have wanted for long enough, the want will increase and decrease at will. At any given moment your wants will be equal to your wants. You will look up and all around you things say, You want this. And right.